got some pretty amazing things in the works and we’re very excited about getting back to you this August with more wonderful programs.
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Progress with Prozac
After Facing Testicular Cancer, I Realized I Was Feeling Depressed – So I Asked For Antidepressants
Continue readingYou Are Not Alone. I Repeat: You Are Not Alone.
I wish that I had the awareness that this was a common feeling for AYAs when I was first diagnosed and undergoing treatment, because, although I had so much support from my family and friends, I still felt isolated and misunderstood.
Continue readingPeace Amidst Chaos
There are many things in life that we prepare for. We study or practice and hope that when the time comes, we are ready for whatever faces us. So, when something extreme happens to us, like being diagnosed with cancer, what preparation from our lives do we fall back on?
Continue readingWhy The Cancer Experience Can Be Especially Difficult for AYAs
There is clearly a need for research and healthcare institutions to pay more attention to AYAs to help mitigate negative outcomes. So, the most urgent question becomes… What can be done to help?
Continue readingBook Club Discussion
It’s officially time for the Young Adult Cancer Book Club’s online video chat discussion of Wild, by Cheryl Strayed!
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Have you thought of a journal prompt you think our community would love? You can submit an anonymous journal prompt recommendation!
Continue readingSo, What Exactly Is An AYA?
An adolescent just diagnosed with cancer who is exploring their identity will likely have very different needs than a young adult recently diagnosed with cancer who just had their first child.
Continue readingMay 2022 Programs!
Check out what’s happening at Cactus Cancer Society this May!
Continue readingYou Don’t Look Sick: Illness, Pain, and Being Believed
I do not fit the cultural touchstone of a chemo patient. I have not lost my hair from any of my various treatments. I haven’t lost a ton of weight. Sometimes, I desperately wish my appearance would match the war my body was waging on the inside, so others would know the pain I felt.
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